03-16-2016, 09:35 PM
“So, what exactly is this thing?” The gunsmith said, looking down towards the silver firearm in his hands.
He had taken the rifle off of the stand after the dwarf sentry had walked upstairs. He had not seen a weapon like it before. It was an unusual sight after a few days of seeing nothing but crossbows, swords, axes, and the occasional crutch laser beam. He twisted the weapon around, looking at it from all angles. The first thing he perceived was the barrel. It was made of steel, around two feet long, and the muzzle was wider and more spherical than the rest of the barrel. A metal, steel hammer was also placed on top of the rifle above the trigger, right where one could reach for after firing. The hammer was cocked facing the butt of the firearm.
“This, my associate, is a blunderbuss,” He said to himself, his tone didactic, “it stupefies me how an inventor of your caliber wouldn't recognize an antique of yore such as this one.”
The soldier frowned, his eyes flickering white, “Just explain how the damn thing works and quit acting like I'm an idiot.”
“Come now, Ballad. You must have SOME knowledge as to what it is.” SPB replied, smiling underneath Ballad's scarf.
“I know that if you weren't possessing me right now, I'd be shoving it up your ass.”
“How impolite. I suppose I should teach you,” He said, shaking his head a little before taping various parts of the rifle.
“This, right here,” He said, pointing towards the muzzle, “is the muzzle. It's wider than the rest due to a belief that it allows further spread of the shot within. It's official term is a 'flared muzzle.'”
“This here,” He said, pointing at the hammer, “is the hammer. Whenever it is loaded, it is pulled back. When it is fired, it is pushed forward towards the barrel, creating a spark that ignites the powder within and firing the gun.”
“This,” He said, snickering a little as he pointed at the trigger, “is the trigger. When it is pulled, it-”
“Okay, now you're just insulting my intelligence.” He interrupted, clearly annoyed.
“I apologize, but I must question, why do you want to know?”
“Cause you were curious.” He said matter-of-factually.
“I admit, my inquisitiveness was peaked, but you were the one whom inquired on the subject.”
“That's because you ASKED if we could go over here to look at it. YOU wanted to know more about it!” Ballad replied, raising his voice a little.
SPB raised the gunner's hands a bit, as if to stop the green man from literally rising out of a nonexistent seat to punch him into the floor.
“I already knew all there was to know of the mechanics and workings of a blunderbuss, o inventor.” He said.
“I... wha-”
“I simply asked you for permission to move towards the sentry's weapon so you could ask me about its functions so you could be informed of its functions. I was only curious as to whether or not you were curious, not as to the functions of the blunderbuss. Given your reaction, I can safely say you were only curious from a practical standpoint: You want to know if this dwarf could be a threat to you if he shot you at any point.”
“How in the fuck did you-?”
“Put my damn gun back on the goddamn stand, ya greenskin!” yelled the dwarf.
The sharpshooter turned his head towards the entryway to the room, seeing the dwarf standing near the stairs. His arms were crossed and he was glaring at him, a murderous glint in his eyes. Ballad glanced from him to the rifle, looking at it for a few seconds before placing it back on top of the stand.
“That's right. Do what I say, and I won't have a reason to kill you, troll.” the sentry said, his voice surly and commanding.
The soldier frowned, staring at the sentry as he crossed into the room. He couldn't quite remember how much time had passed since the guard had went upstairs, but he could imagine it had been a few minutes, if the room around him was any indication. He wouldn't be surprised if he had guessed right.
The leather armor creaked as the dwarf walked towards the inventor, hardly looking him in the eye while grumbling to himself. As he got closer, the green man noticed some other features concerning his appearance. First and foremost was his armor, and that it was dirty and generally unkempt, with several holes in various places, most in the bracers. Secondly, the belt around his waist carrying several small baggies, with a small, metal rod slid down it near his side. His left leg also held a holster which held a small dagger. Thirdly, his black hair was shaved down the middle in three areas, with the back of his hair strung up in a pony tail. Finally, and arguably most peculiarly, the dwarf had an eight pointed star around his neck, held by a necklace. The star had a single ruby placed in the middle, radiating with an almost supernal quality. His attention was firmly affixed to the talisman, even as the sentry brushed past him, grabbed hold of the blunderbuss, and turned around, frowning.
“What ar' ya starin' at, greenie?” He growled, his blue eyes holding no hint of fear even with the knowledge of a probably superior foe in front of him.
Ballad blinked, gesturing towards the charm with a gloved finger. “I am intrigued as to the nature of your amulet, dwarven sentinel.”
“Ah. This little thin'?” The sentry said, fondling the symbol as a loving smile washed over his face, “It's the holy symbol of Inanna, the Goddess of Love and War.”
“The Goddess of WHAT?!” Ballad shouted, his eyes very nearly switching back to a pale white color. What had previously been an interesting, if unusual piece of decoration had, in less than a few seconds, turned into something he wanted nothing more than to see melted into something far more useful. For example, a gun. With that knowledge, it took every ounce of his- and SPB's- self-control to keep him from literally tearing the lazy bastard into tiny little pieces. He took a deep breath, puffs of smoke rising from his arms that quickly dissipated as he rapidly shook his hands, earning an awkward stare from the obviously confused dwarf.
“The Goddess of Love and War, Inanna, you filthy heathen!” The guard said, chuckling a little, “and don't ya be gettin' any ideas about touching this thin', or I will give ya hell, infidel.”
“C-Care to explain?” Ballad replied through gritted teeth.
“I been a firm believer of my Goddess for years, troll. Yeah, it ain't what most dwarves go for, but most dwarves would rather fight the war than be a lookout. I only took this damn job to satisfy two people. Is all this clear to ya, greenie?”
“...Transparently..”
“I'm just gonna ignore that little display ya just made, troll, because quite frankly, I wanna get this over with,” The dwarf replied, turning back towards the entryway, strapping his blunderbuss over his back, “but mark my words. If you start makin' some wrong moves, then I will seriously give ya hell.”
The green gunsmith nodded, his eyes turning pure white as he glared maliciously at the sentinel, imagining him as one of those trolls he was talking about. If only that would be the case one day.
He had taken the rifle off of the stand after the dwarf sentry had walked upstairs. He had not seen a weapon like it before. It was an unusual sight after a few days of seeing nothing but crossbows, swords, axes, and the occasional crutch laser beam. He twisted the weapon around, looking at it from all angles. The first thing he perceived was the barrel. It was made of steel, around two feet long, and the muzzle was wider and more spherical than the rest of the barrel. A metal, steel hammer was also placed on top of the rifle above the trigger, right where one could reach for after firing. The hammer was cocked facing the butt of the firearm.
“This, my associate, is a blunderbuss,” He said to himself, his tone didactic, “it stupefies me how an inventor of your caliber wouldn't recognize an antique of yore such as this one.”
The soldier frowned, his eyes flickering white, “Just explain how the damn thing works and quit acting like I'm an idiot.”
“Come now, Ballad. You must have SOME knowledge as to what it is.” SPB replied, smiling underneath Ballad's scarf.
“I know that if you weren't possessing me right now, I'd be shoving it up your ass.”
“How impolite. I suppose I should teach you,” He said, shaking his head a little before taping various parts of the rifle.
“This, right here,” He said, pointing towards the muzzle, “is the muzzle. It's wider than the rest due to a belief that it allows further spread of the shot within. It's official term is a 'flared muzzle.'”
“This here,” He said, pointing at the hammer, “is the hammer. Whenever it is loaded, it is pulled back. When it is fired, it is pushed forward towards the barrel, creating a spark that ignites the powder within and firing the gun.”
“This,” He said, snickering a little as he pointed at the trigger, “is the trigger. When it is pulled, it-”
“Okay, now you're just insulting my intelligence.” He interrupted, clearly annoyed.
“I apologize, but I must question, why do you want to know?”
“Cause you were curious.” He said matter-of-factually.
“I admit, my inquisitiveness was peaked, but you were the one whom inquired on the subject.”
“That's because you ASKED if we could go over here to look at it. YOU wanted to know more about it!” Ballad replied, raising his voice a little.
SPB raised the gunner's hands a bit, as if to stop the green man from literally rising out of a nonexistent seat to punch him into the floor.
“I already knew all there was to know of the mechanics and workings of a blunderbuss, o inventor.” He said.
“I... wha-”
“I simply asked you for permission to move towards the sentry's weapon so you could ask me about its functions so you could be informed of its functions. I was only curious as to whether or not you were curious, not as to the functions of the blunderbuss. Given your reaction, I can safely say you were only curious from a practical standpoint: You want to know if this dwarf could be a threat to you if he shot you at any point.”
“How in the fuck did you-?”
“Put my damn gun back on the goddamn stand, ya greenskin!” yelled the dwarf.
The sharpshooter turned his head towards the entryway to the room, seeing the dwarf standing near the stairs. His arms were crossed and he was glaring at him, a murderous glint in his eyes. Ballad glanced from him to the rifle, looking at it for a few seconds before placing it back on top of the stand.
“That's right. Do what I say, and I won't have a reason to kill you, troll.” the sentry said, his voice surly and commanding.
The soldier frowned, staring at the sentry as he crossed into the room. He couldn't quite remember how much time had passed since the guard had went upstairs, but he could imagine it had been a few minutes, if the room around him was any indication. He wouldn't be surprised if he had guessed right.
The leather armor creaked as the dwarf walked towards the inventor, hardly looking him in the eye while grumbling to himself. As he got closer, the green man noticed some other features concerning his appearance. First and foremost was his armor, and that it was dirty and generally unkempt, with several holes in various places, most in the bracers. Secondly, the belt around his waist carrying several small baggies, with a small, metal rod slid down it near his side. His left leg also held a holster which held a small dagger. Thirdly, his black hair was shaved down the middle in three areas, with the back of his hair strung up in a pony tail. Finally, and arguably most peculiarly, the dwarf had an eight pointed star around his neck, held by a necklace. The star had a single ruby placed in the middle, radiating with an almost supernal quality. His attention was firmly affixed to the talisman, even as the sentry brushed past him, grabbed hold of the blunderbuss, and turned around, frowning.
“What ar' ya starin' at, greenie?” He growled, his blue eyes holding no hint of fear even with the knowledge of a probably superior foe in front of him.
Ballad blinked, gesturing towards the charm with a gloved finger. “I am intrigued as to the nature of your amulet, dwarven sentinel.”
“Ah. This little thin'?” The sentry said, fondling the symbol as a loving smile washed over his face, “It's the holy symbol of Inanna, the Goddess of Love and War.”
“The Goddess of WHAT?!” Ballad shouted, his eyes very nearly switching back to a pale white color. What had previously been an interesting, if unusual piece of decoration had, in less than a few seconds, turned into something he wanted nothing more than to see melted into something far more useful. For example, a gun. With that knowledge, it took every ounce of his- and SPB's- self-control to keep him from literally tearing the lazy bastard into tiny little pieces. He took a deep breath, puffs of smoke rising from his arms that quickly dissipated as he rapidly shook his hands, earning an awkward stare from the obviously confused dwarf.
“The Goddess of Love and War, Inanna, you filthy heathen!” The guard said, chuckling a little, “and don't ya be gettin' any ideas about touching this thin', or I will give ya hell, infidel.”
“C-Care to explain?” Ballad replied through gritted teeth.
“I been a firm believer of my Goddess for years, troll. Yeah, it ain't what most dwarves go for, but most dwarves would rather fight the war than be a lookout. I only took this damn job to satisfy two people. Is all this clear to ya, greenie?”
“...Transparently..”
“I'm just gonna ignore that little display ya just made, troll, because quite frankly, I wanna get this over with,” The dwarf replied, turning back towards the entryway, strapping his blunderbuss over his back, “but mark my words. If you start makin' some wrong moves, then I will seriously give ya hell.”
The green gunsmith nodded, his eyes turning pure white as he glared maliciously at the sentinel, imagining him as one of those trolls he was talking about. If only that would be the case one day.
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